Admin Note: Larry performed on Drums/Percussion with Widespread Panic a total 10 times between 1997 and 2007. Streams for those performances are available here.
Nobody Cares Who You Are: The Life & Times of Aceman, A Widespread Panic Roadie (Book I: The Search for His Muse 1)
This is the story of a very confused young man who grew up in a volatile home, was guided by music, witnessed the downfall of Detroit and set out to find his muse. Along the way, he made some discoveries about the world and himself, barely survived many situations and lived to tell the tale. The book covers my life from birth to age twenty and sets the stage for books two through five. Nobody Cares Who You Are is a journey of the mind, body and soul.
Nobody Cares Who you Are: Book II: The Hitchhiking Odysse
This is the second of a five-book series documenting my life, from birth in Detroit to my time with the Athens, Ga.-based band, Widespread Panic, working as a roadie. This book ends when I meet the boys in the band on Halloween night 1987 at the Uptown Lounge in Athens, Ga. I was in the midst of a hitchhiking odyssey across America in which I should have died many times over. My life was out-of-control and spiraling towards the abyss, then I met Widespread Panic. Everything changed from there, but the wild times had really just begun.
Nobody Cares Who You Are: Book III: The Panic Years, Part 1
Nobody cares who you are; it was a sentiment I became all too familiar with as I was growing up. It’s what the city of Detroit was all about. But by the time I met the boys of Widespread Panic in October of 1987, I didn’t give a damn that nobody cared who I was. By then, I had found the music, and a group of boys who were about to show me just how powerful that music could be. From that point forward, the only thing I cared about was living, breathing, and sleeping with the sound. And the boys of Widespread Panic showed me exactly how to do that.
Nobody Cares Who You Are: Book IV: The Panic Years, Part II
These dreams we all have, they can be relentless, hounding us daily to acknowledge them and put them into motion. Sometimes, they never leave us alone—pestering, determined, and tenacious—until we finally answer their call and fulfill our destinies. And that is exactly what happened to me in October of 1992—despite the fact that Widespread Panic was riding as high as they ever had. I knew that the boys were now set; I knew that they were true rock and rollers living the dream. I loved them, I respected them, I admired them and was proud of them, but in the end, it was still THEIR dream, and theirs alone. And now, in the fall of 1992, it was time to find my own dream, utilizing the boys of Widespread Panic as a launchpad to propel me into the Great Beyond and all of her infinite secrets, the only place I was meant to be.